Another Friday at the Laundromat

You only get so many Fridays with clean jeans on You only get so many Fridays before the spark is gone You only get so many Fridays before your socks all smell So why’m I stuck again with coins and bleach and no one else? I spent too many Fridays folding my heartbreak Next to strangers watching dryers spin their fate There’s only so many Fridays till I lose my mind for good I don’t wanna spend another Friday misunderstood Another Friday at the Laundromat Talking to my hoodie like a maniac You only get so many Friday nights Before you're just a shadow in fluorescent light So why’m I still here alone again tonight? You only get so many texts left on read Only so many socks without their friends Only so many tumble cycles till your patience dies So why’m I watching couples kiss through bleach-stained eyes? "Wanna grab a drink?" "No thanks, I’m good." "Cool, I’ll just sit here… folding my hood…" "Maybe next week?" awkward silence (all alone again) Another Friday at the Laundromat Smells like detergent and existential chat You only get so many Friday nights Before your heart gets stuck in the lost & found So why’m I still here alone on sacred ground? You only get so many Fridays before they’re gone Don’t let another one go by alone...